Authors Note: New Fanfic! This is my first every Fairy Tail Fanfiction (even though it is my favourite anime..) (GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE FT OBSSESED PEPS! ^^) Please Review!~
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL ( I sure want to though ^^ )
Summary:
A summer in an unknown territory. Making new friends, trying new things, and dealing with an irritating blond that she may, or may not have feelings for. Sure sounds like a summer no-one could ever forget, and Lucy Heartfilia sure won't. I wonder if everything will turn out okay? Inspired Fanfic.
Just before we begin, I just want to say that:
Lucy and her family (including Layla and Jude ((still alive)) ) They never lived in Magnolia, therefore, Lucy does not know anyone.
Ok! Now let us start!~ ^^
The morning sun crept up quietly, just peeping out of the horizon, illuminating more and more of the beautiful land called Magnolia. It was still early, so not many people passed along the streets, and not many of the many shops have been officially opened yet. Most of the happy and cheerful town was dead asleep; however one person had stayed wide awake throughout the entire night.
The night held such an overpowering temptation, that it seemed literally impossible to fall asleep, and miss the dance of the shimmering stars that shone brightly in the midnight black sky, just beyond the outskirts of the city on the beaches. The crescent moon wasn't a bad addition either.
Now the sun was rising, replacing the moons glow, and switching the darkness to light as the day came. The assortment of colors filled the dawning sky, and the crystal blue water crashed against rocks, and lapped at the sand before quickly being dragged back out to the vast sea.
There was a gentle breeze that blew the blond locks of a figure seated in the white sand, close enough to the water that it caressed his bare feet but far enough not to get his entire lower half soaked. His half lidded eyes were drowsy and heavy, threatening to close off the view of the dashing blue orbs that were his eyes.
Despite the chilling breeze, the boy only had on a simple gray t-shirt and baggy black pants that could suffice as pajama bottoms. A silver chain with a glimmering sapphire gem were a 'S' was encrusted, twisted around as it hung from his neck, and a simple diamond stud earring glimmered in the growing sunlight. Next to him in the sand were his black flip flops. His apparent age seemed to be at least sixteen.
The boy played with the white sand unconsciously, by picking it up in a fist then letting the grains drain back to the ground through his fingers as he opened them. Even though his eyes held the temptation to close, the boy focused out into the vast waters that were also known as the Fioren sea. The ocean seemed boundless, and had an amazing shimmer, that even the most priceless gems could not compare to it.
That was the reason he was there.
To gaze at the beauty that was the sea. Its hypnotizing movements, and gorgeous translucent color, it held a calming sensation over the boy. The beach was a place where he could unwind, and be alone, to let himself think, and let his mind wander upon the topics, that in his everyday life, would be classified as absolutely foolish.
Away from the judgment, the annoyances, the pressure, and the responsibilities, are what made the water so special. It made him feel free.
He shut his eyes and took in a deep breath of the sea salt air. The music of the waves eased away all of his tension, and made it possible to get away.
"Sting."
Well, all good things must come to an end.
The boy snapped his eyes open and looked to the right to recognize another boy, not much older than he was, two feet away, staring at him intimidatingly.
"What's up Rogue?" He muttered in a calm tone as he directed his gaze to the sea, once again. Rogue lifted up his black flip flops, then pointed to the watch around the boy's wrist. It read 7:30. The boy released an exasperated sigh. His parents and sibling were bound to be up very soon and he didn't want them to look in his room and notice he was missing…then again he did tell them not to enter his room at all, in the mornings during the summer, but he had to be wary anyway.
"Let's go then." He said getting up from the sand and brushing any remains of the grains off. He slipped on his flip flops, before heading back towards the city.
The sun was just making its way up in a more southern area. The dim light was still enough to overwhelm the small city that is known as Acalyapha. It was a simple area, with simple people, who all seemed to know each other, and have a kind relationship towards one another. It seemed like the ideal place to live, if you wanted to raise a family.
Well it was ideal…until something more appealing came along.
In the huge mansion that rested right next to the city's vast fields, everything was packed up in boxes. Nothing was left out, except for some furniture that hadn't been sent to the new location of where they would newly reside.
It was blatantly obvious that whoever lived in this home was moving, and if you guessed that, then you are entirely right. This household, also known as the Heartfilia Estate, was now going to be vacant while the Heartfilia family moved to another city more up north in the country. Some people in the family were completely up to the idea, while others detested the entire fact that it was occurring.
The sun was now coming into full view, warming up the chilly feel of the night, that hung over the small city. Ray's of golden sun dripped into a shade less window of one of the rooms of the Heartfilia household, revealing that the entire room was empty, except for some stacked boxes, some old furniture and a twin sized bed that had a pink quilt over it. Next to the bed was an old nightstand that had only a lone Plue alarm clock resting on it.
In the bed was a small lump curled up into a ball, and a delicate fair skinned hand with rose painted nails stuck out from under the pink quilt. The lump had a rhythmic rise and fall, signaling that it was breathing which tells us that whatever was in the bed, was obviously alive.
The Plue clock changed its ticking hands so that it was now exactly 7:30. The two bells on top of the clock were then struck, rapidly filling the room with a high pitch sound. A low grumble came from under the quilt and the hand that was exposed, beginning to swat at the air around the clock aimlessly. After about twelve swats the hand finally came in contact with clock with a nice hard slam, but that didn't stop the ringing.
A much louder growl came from under the quilt as the hand bawled into a fist with frustration, and began to strike the top of the clock rapidly; still it rang, filling the small bedroom with such an aggravating ringing sound that it could drive anyone insane. Out of pure frustration the hand got a hold of the clock and gave it a nice hard toss at the wall opposite to the bed. The clock hit the wall with a thunderous crash, and fell to the hardwood floor reduced to pieces; the annoying ringing, was finally put to a merciless end. A small content sigh could be heard as the lump under the pink quilt shifted.
"LUCY!"
Well, the few seconds of silence was good while it lasted.
The lump in the bed jerked up to reveal a girl with blond hair, and fair toned skin. Her messy bed head covered her eyes making them non-visible. The girl shifted her head from side to side. The girls attention, was then directed at the door which slammed open to reveal a very upset woman. The woman also had hair, that had a blond color but hers were stuck in a beautiful bun. Her normal, kind, brown eyes were full of rage and annoyance. She adorned a pink robe that was over her heart pajamas, and on her feet were matching slippers. The girl sitting up in bed, pulled the hair out of her face to show a sheepish smile and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee; or so it resembled.
"Morning Mom. Did you sleep well?" The girl known as Lucy said, pulling up the strap of her dazzling pink pajama top that had a picture of a furry animal smack dab in the center. The woman in the doorway, also known as "mom" to the girl rolled her eyes and walked over to the dismantled alarm clock that was shattered all over the ground.
"That was the seventh clock we've bought you this year Lucy." Lucy's mother also known as Layla said, avoiding her daughter's question. She bent over and picked up the pieces of the clock.
"I know you said you wanted to wake up on your own but how will this ever happen if you keep massacring the clocks we give you? Honestly, if you kept this up the smashing sound on the wall could be my alarm clock."
"Heh…sorry about that." Lucy said rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. Her mother disposed of the clock then turned back to her daughter. "Maybe I should get a new alarm clock!" Lucy happily exclaimed.
"Or maybe you should reset it instead of chucking the clock against the wall and making me jump out of my soul!"
"Hey...that's a great idea!" She nodded stupidly. Her mother rolled her eyes once again.
"But that doesn't matter now. At least you're awake on time. We have a long day ahead of us." Layla said standing at her daughter's bed side. Lucy groaned and fell back into bed while pulling the quilt over her head. Layla rolled her eyes once more and sat on the edge of the bed. "C'mon Lucy, there is no way to avoid this."
"Yes there is!" Lucy exclaimed from under the quilt. Her voice came out a bit muffled. "We could just stay here and not move, that would solve a lot of my problems."
"Hunnie, we can't stay. Everything is already set. Your father has finally found a suitable place to manage his company. We'll be living in a new place where you'll be able to try new things, and meet new friends..." Layla started trailing off, trying to lean Lucy over to the side of moving out of Acalyapha.
"New things suck." Lucy stated simply poking her head out from under the quilt. Layla frowned at her daughter's words.
"Sweetie, Magnolia isn't that bad. There are beautiful beaches, and wonderful national parks; you would be able to train, go surfing, not to mention skate boarding and roller blading." Lucy let out a sigh of defeat and crossed her arms.
"Fine…I'll get up but don't expect me to be little miss 'I-am-so-excited.'" She grumbled, throwing her feet over the side of the bed so that she was now sitting next to her mother on the edge. The said mother wrapped an arm around her and gave her a soft squeeze.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." She cooed giving her a kiss on the head before getting up and heading for the door. "Now wash up and get ready."
She nodded, and her mother gave her look before exiting the room, to awaken Lucy's younger sibling, Nick, no doubt. Lucy got out of bed and yawned while throwing her hands up for a good stretch. She was nowhere near ready for the day's events. It was the day that her and her family moved about thirteen hours away from Acalyapha, to live in the city up north known as Magnolia. It all started when her father, Jude Heartfilia, had returned from the workplace with and ecstatic smile on his face; he announced to the family that he had found the perfect place for him to work, and be there for his family when they needed it, without driving a whole lot.
Lucy had been against the idea from the very start. She complained and argued but would always end up losing no matter how much she pouted or whined or said that her entire life was in Acalyapha. She had no way to win this battle and now here she is, more willing, and ready to move…despite the fact that she was gonna mope till thy kingdom come. The only upside was that it was summer and that she wouldn't have to miss any school while the move took place. Or is that a downside?
"Lucy! I don't hear you getting ready!" Layla called from down the hall. Lucy rolled her eyes.
"I'm goin!" She called back as she headed to the bathroom that was just a door away. She flicked the switch to let the blue themed bath come into light. She went to the shower first; taking her plain, pink towel, and slinging it over the bar of the shower. She removed her clothes then entered the shower to take a long warm bathe, to ease away her tense, uptight feelings.
She exited the shower with her once slightly wild hair now sagging with water, and the towel was securely wrapped around her like a dress. She went to the mirror which hung over the sink and began to blow dry and brush her blond locks, giving them a sort of shiny, soft curled look. Her hair gently fell on her shoulders having a silky, clean feeling to it as she combed her fingers through it.
She washed her face and brushed her teeth before re-entering her room to put on the already picked out outfit for the day: A strappy dark jeans dress that came down to her knees, a pink and white striped off the shoulder top, that came down to her elbow and pink and white trainers. She put a pink ribbon bow clip in her hair to hold it out of her face, matching fingerless gloves and black pearl heart shaped studs. She wrapped a black, loose belt around her waist that had her fifteen gate keys on it.
Satisfied with her look she smiled and exited her room only to crash into her younger brother who was four years younger than her making him eleven and making Lucy fifteen. Even though he was fully dressed in a green polo shirt and tan knee length shorts and looked ready to go, his groggy, tired expression seemed long off. He gazed at his older sibling. The young boy had dark brown hair, and coal eyes. The boy was adopted a long time ago, when a 5 year old Lucy kept on whining about having a sibling. Her parents saw how sad she looked, and agreed to adopt a child. Her mother was much too weak to have another.
"Hey Froggieee." She said ruffling his hair. He glared at her for using the God forsaken nickname on him again. He once had to be a frog in a play at school, and since then, his older sister just would not let it go, claiming that being a frog, really suited him. "Why do you look like you've been up the whole night?" She commented.
"That's because I have been up the whole night. I couldn't sleep at all due to the fact that today is moving day" He explained spitting out the last two words like distasteful food, and being the guy who loves basically every type of food, that really means something. Lucy shrugged, having got over her whole, 'I'm not in the mood to move' phase.
"Eh, get over yourself." She muttered pushing past him to head downstairs. Lucy's younger brother called 'Nicholas Heartfilia' (Nick for short) grumbled some incoherent words about his sister before following. The two of them were greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs cooking on the stove as their mother prepared the last meal that they would have in this house. Their father wasn't there to join them due to the fact that he got a head start to Magnolia to check up on their new home, which should be filled with new furniture.
"Lucy, when you finish, you and your brother should go carry the boxes down, so we're ready to leave. I want to be out of here by 8:00." Layla said as she gave her two children a full breakfast the consisted of eggs, toast, bacon and sausages. Lucy finished hers easily, while Nick on the other hand, wolfed down the food until it was reduced to nothing.
"Lucy! We're leaving!" 'Froggie' called from the back door. Lucy picked up her stuff, and looked at her old backyard and the old bedroom one more time before dashing into her mother's car.
"You ready honey?" Layla asked as she placed a hand on Lucy's shoulder. Lucy smiled lightly up at her.
"Do I have a choice?" Her mother rolled her eyes then the two made it to the car where Nick was already waiting for them. Lucy sat in the back on the right hand side as she stared out the window. Soon enough the car began to pull away from the house. She stroked her faithful friend with a gloved hand and watched as her house shrank smaller and smaller until it was out of view.
"Goodbye old life." She mumbled quietly to herself as she slumped down further into her seat.
Authors Note: Heyy!~ How was it? Please Review! Tell me what could be made better, whatever you like. Thank you for reading Chapter 1!~